Oystercatcher Tide Pools A man with intent on his face

The silence had come to doom many who had been too transfixed upon the sea, some menace ushering them into their suicide by tidal pull and drowning. But whatever that was had never lay siege upon Cry. If there was one to destroy him, it would be himself. He nearly had after hurting Gwendolyn- a lethal error he would never do again. 
Or so he had thought. 

The mind of the ethereal man surged forward only to be pulled back from the gravity of his meditation. His center, his command, was the calm eye amongst the calamity. 
The harmony faded away as shifting sand had called to him, a different rhythm from the suckle of the waves. It was near, and accompanied by the cologne of an unfamiliar. It was also accompanied but the absence of the crunch, the swallow, the breaks and chews. The company must have finished his meal.
Auds followed the quiet wander, ending on the final settle of the lupine who had come to join him before revolving back to the turbulent waters. 

Crystal gaze was once again revealed, taking to follow the turn of his ebony neck and land across the extreme counterpart. They had finally met the hellfire gaze of the man, two completely conflicting colors between the duo, before Cry finally released his baritones.

”That tiny bird can’t have filled you.” It was a knowing thing, and a man that large couldn’t have kept up such mass without extreme training, favorable genetics, and heart eating. How had he not ravaged the entire flock?